The Nursery Rhyme Book

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Andrew Lang
Frederick Warne and Company, 1897 - 288 páginas
A collection of 332 nursery rhymes grouped under such categories as "Historical," "Tales," "Proverbs," "Songs," "Games," and "Jingles."

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Página 163 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Página 31 - Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he: He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Página 92 - Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Página 52 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Página 251 - That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 239 - COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast ; The trumpeter Gadfly has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.
Página 116 - The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away!
Página 67 - OLD Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander. Mother Goose had a house, 'Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood.
Página 253 - AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. " What," said she, " shall I do with this little sixpence ? I will go to market, and buy a little pig.
Página 100 - THE north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, poor thing ? He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

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